Abr 14, 2017

ma of all

gestures the transient
unbuckled from non

leather ; a bus
across cattle running

low this low

Abr 12, 2017

Agimat

Hinubad ni manong ang kanyang syorpet,
Inabot ang bill ng tubig,
Nakisuyo ng kahit isang basong tubig sana.
Tanghaling tapat sa pusod ng semana santa
At inisip ko ngang baka hindi ka maniwala.
Nag-abot ako ng kaimito at kaunting maiinom.
Sabay ito pa ang hindi mo malunok.

Abr 11, 2017

VS DSM-5






Why involve people with special needs?



Is this form of insult something you’d recommend to others?



Retardation is a state of relative slowness. It means that some people’s minds are not as biologically privileged as yours, not even possessing a fraction of such faculties as those enjoyed by this man you wish to verbally assault. Mental retardation fits, especially since in some cases the processing really degrades, grows slower over time, much to the detriment of the person. The category is useful in the sense that it seeks to distinguish various kinds of brain disadvantages: congenital as opposed to damages from accidents or poisoning, or mistakes in rearing, such as misdiagnosing an otherwise normal thinker as delayed when in fact he/she is deaf or dyslexic. The treatments and educational styles differ per case, and so a word like retardation will have to stay. If you call someone with awful manners tagabundok, you’d be contributing to negative attitudes toward certain people whether you intend to or not. Will you consider something like this happening to retard? If I ask you a favor, will you refrain from advancing this unhelpful, insensitive culture of the intelligentsia?



Thank you. You’re among the keenest I’ve met, so this counts as a big thing for me. Wish you all the best.

After them

“I have no vocabulary charged with trespassing and grave poise.

Mounting farmlike” or of “old stew, which never sticks to decaying paper,” wrote the stylus and the lily pads as the page sells a candle that purports to smell of “wood” and “burnt bag full of kitchen-dimensional essays” created using homelessness and the current root of her body.

Abr 8, 2017

Quirino cor Velasquez

Wasn’t able to walk the old paths or see old friends when I went to the Diliman meeting.

The staff handed me 16 sheets of paper carrying expressions like “oceans and us,” “arising from the minutes of the previous,” “foundations of condensed matter,” “certificate in distance,” and “was pleasantly surprised to find it here.” The beginning and end of lunch were two separate conversations involving cancer. There was also caramel cake and two birthdays, if you’re interested in symmetry. As the staff packed up the extension cords, official documents, and serving plates, the secretary asked if I needed to do anything else on campus. I said no. She had reports to finish at Los BaƱos, and I was just someone tagging along.

               “I have no vocabulary charged
               with trespassing and grave poise.


I suppose I should’ve lingered, gone back home an hour later via commute. The service offered all the shortcuts however, and reducing travel time by half meant that we’d arrive early afternoon. I could still fetch the girls from school.

They set the meeting up at NISMED, just across the street from what remains of the Faculty Center. I haven’t been to that conference room, never walked those floors, in fact I had only ever been to the canteen at the back (I didn’t know then that it was merely the back of a larger compound) and that was when it was ISMED, had yet to go national, was still frequented by me and another freshman, now a godfather to my eldest. We used to eat al fresco. A negligible paper on Filipino vs. Confucian values formed there, on the glass of a wrought iron table. Crushes, ROTC sunburns, notes on telepathy and magnetism. I can’t remember what we ate.

               bag full of kitchen-dimensional essays” created

               using homelessness and the current
               root of her body.

The conference room had three long tables, varnished and dark. A small crew merged these into a square upon the staff’s request. Toilets and a terrace on the same floor meant that you needn’t go too far from the meeting if you wanted to clean up or exhale the air-con.

A giant fern sat on the first floor. What was the span of those fronds—a lane and a half? No, wider. Seemed wide enough to smother two whole mini-vans. What it would take to attend to the fern: a chair in the shaded area, a small desk for my elbows, a liter of water.